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Fantasy Library
Xanadu was embraced with philodendron,
Palace-like architecture, the plant went on,
and on, weaved its way around the corridor
Light luminated thru high ceilings of grandeur
As I entered the bookstore’s library atrium,
A quick lesson was gifted me on consortium
Books stacked in no discernable sequence,
encouraging readers, inviting intuitive, for instance
Systems Dewey and the congress classification,
outdated, I used the browse method simulation
Running my fingers across ridged book spines,
By published authors with classic story lines
Eyeballing velveteen varieties of book covers
Sneaking-peeks at blurbs for fantasy lovers
Sashayed my way to Banned and Challenged Books,
in the clutches of pop-up trendy chic-cozy nooks
Skimmed Ann Frank’s The Diary Of A Young Girl,
and turned satin gold-leaf edge pages of Rebecca,
gilded and burnished 24k, a gothic romance unfurled
Consortium—The new call # will begin with a 4-digit finder number. No more decimals, no more books on the same topic in several sections of the collection, or even the same title on two different places on the same shelf. Spine labels will use language of your choice and color coding. Browse your collection without having to search for a librarian
The Masked " You Might Know Me"
Made his in ring debut, Mangeged
by " Gone Tour Me" he challenged
Dale B. Finer. Out classed by Y.M.K.M.
Finer sucummed to a Grall Gamers
Bearhug .
In what's said to be
A world class series of
Manuvers,
"The World's Bestest Ever"
Ulster Besputin
Verses
"Moody" Belkez Butaev
Ended at 31:00 when
Butaev used a Cattlemen's Beal
To position Besputin for the
pin.
"Big Money Grip" Dax Dollbouis
Beat Lammy Loco via submittion
With the Casters Canyon Victory Roll
:57 .An Areana record.
The Bankday Brawler and Ghetto Suchi
Beat Tissey Tilmon and Fattey Frikston
In a tagteam encounter, Frikston
Was on the receiving end of a
Louisiana Jaw Jam(right cross)
And in the main event
Members of "The Roster"
"Los Natralous " Javolen Suet
And "Tangles" Tanna Simmers
Went head to head with
Gym. Guy Frankie and
Badboy Boston
The bout ended in a
No DQ when the referee
From und Sommers lyre
And Javolens magic flute
In the he ring.
This has been Kelp Seaworthy with
Kelp Seaworthy Reports.
I’m not here to greedily take
All the joy for myself
I’m here to give back to others
The joy that God has brought me
The peace that He has caused me
The love that is His guiding light
I’m not here to thoughtlessly seize
Everything that I think my soul needs
I’m here to listen, to care, to believe
I’m here to share my heart and soul
With whispers of kindness, reminding
The heart to hear all the wonders
Inside the soul who knows His love
Is alive, a light, thriving on the inside
Of those who know Him and understand
His love is more powerful than any influence
I’m not here to selfishly capture
All those things that come to mind
When I think of my desire, my hunger
For all those things that bring me bliss
All those things that encourage my gladness
All of those things that make me aware
God has blessed my entire heart so richly
I’m not here to uncaringly conquer
The dream, the hope, the want of my heart
It isn’t my place to listen to my longings
With never a thought for the ones I meet
Those who are challenged by pain and regrets
Those who are worried, fearful and anxious
Those who are hoping my presence will bring them
Assurance, joy, peace and love… feelings that shine
Down from heaven above, piercing the darkness
With a light of hope, joy, faith, peace and grace
All the love that God brings to the human race
I’m not here to only think of me
I’m here to give my heart and soul
To the duty, the work that is God’s
Gift to me, His kind and compassionate
Assurance that I can give back to Him
A piece of the miracle He has blessed me with
A part of the wonder He has given to me
In order for me to give back, to contribute
With love that only He can give, love
That only His Son could have inspired within
I’m not here to secure anything for me
I’m here to win hearts for the Savior
Who is the One I live my life to follow
The One who I give my every ability
So that He can use me to draw others
To His love, His grace, His mercy… peace
That is like a tenderness moving souls
To know the intimacy of a personal relationship
With the One who gave His life to save lives!
March 30, 2022
He stumbled in, as drunk as sin
with a limp and a nose full of red
He ordered cheap gin, and the blood dripped in
As he raised the drink to his head
He sat on the stool,and the drops formed a pool
He could feel all the eyes on his back
He guzzled the fuel, but he kept his cool
As he loaded the balls in the rack
He straigtened his gaze, yet still in a haze
and challenged the room to a game
Then through the maze, with a cigeratte blaze
The surly stranger came
His face was stone, He walked alone
With a beer and a black leather case
with a cue of his own, his cover was blown
On his wrist a tatoo of an ace
He said "I'll take", and he put up his stake
The lushes all gathered around
With a half hearted shake they flipped for the break
While the bartender poured out a round
The stranger broke, with a solid stroke
And down fell the four and the three
This guy was no joke, then he pinched from his poke
and cried out "the next one's on me"!
Ear to Ear grins, as they swilled down that gin
In this stranger, a hero they'd found
They cheered him to win, as he knocked those balls in
they cheered for another free round
He had it won, yes all but one
The eight was final ball
The table run, the lushes stunned
When that sphere refused to fall
Clinching his fist, shocked by his miss
He glared across the table
Like a ship in list from drunken bliss
to stand he was barely able
That drunk cracked a smile, for he knew all the while
That he only needed one chance
In appearance so vile, yet he shot with style
That Gin put him into a trance
His vision was blurred, he mumbled and slurred
Yet to win he would need just one more
And so much as a word, could not be heard
That stranger just stared at the floor
Well he sank that ball, and won it all
and he yelled with a bellowing groan
"before last call just one more tall
And the lushes can all buy their own!"
Aboveboard
from the perch
In Spades
1st. Warning
Final Bell
Clean-up
Pause to review
Dolly Carry
Dolly Carryover
time keepers light
The Patina Variant
danger of exposure
Macadam Position
Both Acoustic(grasp and follow-up)
lacking the ability to follow-up
chain of moves that
is sequentail to pinfall or pin attemp.
Cold reading
Hot collar
Naker
off grid
on top
truckers read
pro tech follow-up
trip and copy
high grip and carry
low grip and carry
lycra postion
Whitedress and Ledger
four bootes limited
tuxedo seam
Sketchy
on the mat time
in atmosheric time
defensive posturing
offensive follow-ups
abilty to gain
loss of points
retalation
sqash and finsh
submission interferance
the crowd in the audeince
Dear nurse
The towels in a Knoot
Tie your shoe
points were spots may allow
ranking movement(up and down)
Clean and authentic submission wrestling.
Matches that showcase wrestling abilty
that limits certain kicks and punches.
It's mentioning means a contest to showcase talents
to determine contention
or Name Champion.
A named champion maybe givn a trophy or belt that
symbolizes
Him as best.
It also allows him to be challenged.
Where the sanitioning body will
make a contract,
and will promote the bout , contest, match or Specticail
in theme or as a pure match with either singles
or team effords.
But the concept of the Talus, is to
create teams to showcase and champion the victors.
Memories, where and why?
Do we grab them as they pass us by?
Once again, words and scenes
Spark the trail of memories once seen.
Teenagers meet at their favourite café
The owners treat them as if Family.
They speak the Italian language
The welcome you do not understand,
Kisses on both cheeks, smile in return.
Our favourite booth is a place of stories,
Our daily trials or doom of schooling.
Favourite drinks, a cup of oxo,
Pepper added do not grimace.
Laughing at words so seemingly harmless
No one challenged as we tell our stories,
Bonded by some mysterious feelings.
Now in later life considered an adult,
Looking back, evenings with another Mother.
A neighbourhood of the working class,
Adults keeping us in sight in their safe World.
The street corner where this world once existed,
No café now, just houses and traffic.
This is the spot for sure,
I hear voices and see friendly faces,
Tears and smiles, hoping there is no one close by.
Daydream mode is now my close friend,
All stops, a signal, time to relax.
Walk away, spring in my step,
Tomorrow's forever will be kept.
My life story
I was eighteen years old
In the cold quiet days
We had buried my father
In the few past days
My mother a woke me one morning
And told me things had changed
She talked of my schooling
And said it was challenged
The wings were broken the flight was canceled
“I’m handing you to the world, our battle is lost”
Her voice was deep but her smile was lost
“Luck you have learnt, more than the most
And now that you have learnt, remember the cost”
Few days after, i left her door
And walked all the ways across the plains
Holding the brush, scrubbing the floors
Cursing my life in the field of grains
But i thought if i lived longer someday
I would pour my tears in lines
And now that i have lived up to this day
I hold my pain in musical rhymes’
I see with new eyes now
why you needed me
to be red
and not so green,
possibly obscene
And why now
my greenness has escaped
into your undeniable public domain
My lack of straight-up red
bloodiness must be my demonic
devious
demented
degenerate choice.
And yet
you become harder now
still denying green co-investments,
too
could be healthy thrival
and good revival
So trust in truth
became more imperative
to be dogmaticvally sure
I made a wrong
and nasty choice
to be not red
or preferably dead
And if not manly sure
then what else did all these pastors
maybe not get monoculturally
monotheistically right
by never listening
panentheistic
mindfully also win/win left?
What Othering abortions
might you need to question
if red could be wrong?
When mean to green
not just mistrust separate
but red superior
Like humans
are to mammals
and lesser nonpartisan
sentient beings,
like sunflowers
and lilies
MotherTrees
in resonant
fragrant
cool grace-forests
Preoccupied by predations
with allies,
micro-aggressions,
win/lose-diplomacy,
crime prevention
monocultures of punishment
from Divine Empowering Light
outweighing trauma prevention
sacred green win/win
emotional/contextual intelligence
Not quite so paternalistically precious,
mindful of humane grace
through peak cooperative experiences
repurposing EarthTribe's sacred
seeding space.
So I seed now
why you needed me
to be red
and not so green,
possibly obscene,
because this worldview
could not have been challenged
within your straight white male
chauvinistic non-choice.
“HOSPITAL HUMP”
(a tall tale – or not?)
The wind and the cold on the hill
they stood still
as two shadows arrived
near the peak
above what was known
as “Hospital Hump”
a devious, dastardly,
butt crushing bump.
So started the legend
a Grand-dad and Grand-son
who challenged the hill
“OH, just for fun!!”
The younger had shouted
“Papa, do the hump”
to which he replied
“it’s just one more bump.”
They stood at the top
no fear…..maybe traces
looked down on the horrified
frost frozen faces.
Thus the legend was born
of a daring descent
toward the “Hospital Hump”
and all that name meant.
Bright blue of their chariot
rippling with speed
gathering momentum
approaching the deed.
Then, as all of nature
and man stood aghast
they hit “Hospital Hump”
going way, way too fast.
Frozen in time
against pure blue-black light
Papa and Grandson
about to take flight.
The toboggan drew air
as the partnership crumbled
the younger continued
the older – he tumbled
back flipped and rolled
in the feather cold snow.
The toboggan continued
its arc o’er the trees
as the terrified crowd
fell to their knees,
the kid – now alone
looking down on the trees.
Grandpa was up!
Tracing the arc
wondering if
it would touch down
by dark.
The crowd gathered near
unsure of their place
straining they saw
two eyes and a face,
under the snow
an ice covered grin
shouted “C’MON PAPA
LET’S DO IT AGAIN!”
6/30/2016
submitted to – Tell a Tall Tale – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Jesse Day
CELEBRATION OF CREATIVITY
How MCC failed cricket
an art
so
relaxing
beginning
to pulse
exactly supine
&follow
patterns
with an
increase
in intensity
to
stimulate
the bespoke
to be
soothing
&
transcendental
high-sensory
deep-listening
vulnerable
transfixed
with eyes wide
shut
in
another dimension
staring
blissed out
passive
a
collective
mindfulness
a vision
challenged
experience
of
reflection
of
shifting colours
in blurry
shapes
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
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